ESSENCE

Wasted time
trickles down a crystal-cold mountain stream
Then in joining -
Floats lightly – seems almost to hover
Over the lake’s blue stillness;

Restless, it flits with dragonfly wings
Courts the subtle pine scent
That whispers of a forest banquet,
Sword-heavy tree-tops
Furry squirrel play
And contemplation.

But time isn’t wasted

Thoughts cast adrift
Can be profound
Can echo – ‘cross the world
And in a moment translucent
With suspended God-breath
Whooshhhhh -

Beauty makes
a difference.